one minute, they are here with us. the ones we call our dear friends. by them our smiles are brought to life. by us their lives are brightened in style.
the next minute, they aren’t with us any more. so the joys that once bound our souls, have subtly become the chord that binds us to their thoughts.
friendship, and agony are no strangers to the heart. one fills it with plenty of spark; the other leaves it without a spine. one adds value, to the love we share. the other adds volume, to the chaos we bear.
when friends leave us for now; or forever, memories fill the void their absence left.
The morning came, after a night spent wrapped around each other’s warm arms. Unaware of ongoing proceedings as day broke, he stayed yet asleep; in the same bed which played host to the many before him.
She looked me in the eye like I was blabing or something.
Unpleasant expressions disfigured her face just as I was done
asking my question.
24 jules street?! Like I'm a map or what?! Dude walk along!
That I'm sure was what she said.
I'd learnt from experience, a hand full of the good looking
ones speak in English, the old speak French.
All around unfortunately, there was no match and I could
only wait for luck to glow.
Temperature was below zero, my warmth was fast decreasing.
The wind was so cold it could pierced through my soul, and
how much longer before I froze began to bother me.
I'm sure you don't know what happens when you feel
something you can't express?
Or what happens when you want something you can't ask for?
Or exactly how it feels when all you don't know is the very
bit you just need?
Well, English was just not good enough to construct a simple
sentence that meant the very intent of my heart.
I was in Prague. Lost